My deah Mrs. Anslow!
Mrs. Quebec.
Horrid! What's he done? [Sitting in the chair by the small table.] I consider him a white-robed angel.
Mrs. Anslow.
I sent him a long account of my accident at Roehampton and he hasn't condescended to take the slightest notice of it.
Mrs. Quebec.
Oh, Mr. Green!
Mrs. Anslow.
[To Green.] It's cruel of you.
Green.